第21部分(第4/7 頁)

had　escaped。　In　him　the　bounds　of　her　experience　were

transgressed：　he　was　the　hole　in　the　wall；　beyond　which　the

sunshine　blazed　on　an　outside　world。

He　came。　Sometimes；　not　often；　but　sometimes；　talking　again；

there　recurred　the　strange；　remote　reality　which　carried

everything　before　it。　Sometimes；　he　talked　of　his　father；　whom

he　hated　with　a　hatred　that　was　burningly　close　to　love；　of　his

mother；　whom　he　loved；　with　a　love　that　was　keenly　close　to

hatred；　or　to　revolt。　His　sentences　were　clumsy；　he　was　only

half　articulate。　But　he　had　the　wonderful　voice；　that　could　ring

its　vibration　through　the　girl's　soul；　transport　her　into　his

feeling。　Sometimes　his　voice　was　hot　and　declamatory；　sometimes

it　had　a　strange；　twanging；　almost　cat…like　sound；　sometimes　it

hesitated；　puzzled；　sometimes　there　was　the　break　of　a　little

laugh。　Anna　was　taken　by　him。　She　loved　the　running　flame　that

coursed　through　her　as　she　listened　to　him。　And　his　mother　and

his　father　became　to　her　two　separate　people　in　her　life。

For　some　weeks　the　youth　came　frequently；　and　was　received

gladly　by　them　all。　He　sat　amongst　them；　his　dark　face　glowing；

an　eagerness　and　a　touch　of　derisiveness　on　his　wide　mouth；

something　grinning　and　twisted；　his　eyes　always　shining　like　a

bird's；　utterly　without　depth。　There　was　no　getting　hold　of　the

fellow；　Brangwen　irritably　thought。　He　was　like　a　grinning　young

tom…cat；　that　came　when　he　thought　he　would；　and　without

cognizance　of　the　other　person。

At　first　the　youth　had　looked　towards　Tom　Brangwen　when　he

talked；　and　then　he　looked　towards　his　aunt；　for　her

appreciation；